It looked like soil, unassuming. I ran my eyes across it to find its edge and failed. It was unfathomably large. My tent seemed comically bright with its yellow polyester splashed against the night. I’d felt the swelling and sinking beneath me as I had tried to sleep and stepped outside to realise that the trees around me swayed, but there was no wind, and the heat below had not left with the sun. I had pitched my tent in the worst place imaginable. On the back of a creature so large that the forest floor heaved with its breathing.
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The Era of Fate
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Tales speak of a time when they may once have roamed the plains freely, a time before the Valley had cracked its way across the plains and the land was morphed into something new; but those stories had faded with time until truth had become the brethren of uncertainty and dragons had drifted from the sky.
By Obsidian Words4 years ago in Fiction
Wild Card Weekend Recap: What Happens Now?
I think I figured out why I love Wild Card Weekend so much. It's because it's the first playoff anything of the calendar year. The NFL season starts in the fall, and once upon a time, the champion was crowned either on or slightly before New Year's. The evolution of the NFL schedule has resulted in the playoffs starting just into the New Year, and currently, the final week of the season falls on the first weekend of the New Year, with Wild Card Weekend coming a week after that. So yes, chronologically, the NFL's Wild Card Weekend serves as the first playoff anything of the calendar year.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 days ago in Unbalanced
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Micro cosmic horror, I love it